Dunst Till Dawn

The Quest for The Forbidden Knowledge

Her bluish-green eyes shot open. It was hot! She felt like a baked ziti in an oven just about to be done. Looking out her windshield, she could see that the world outside of her SUV had been flipped upside down. The road that she was moments ago traveling on, was now above her; or so it seemed. And a group of onlookers, who seemed to be hanging from that road like bats, were watching her.

Looking over at the seat next to her, she could see that Massri was gone. And that the passenger's side window had been shattered, as if someone, (or something), had destroyed it.

"We need to get the hell out of here!" She heard a man to her left say. She didn't recognize him. He was a tall handsome Egyptian man with longish dark hair and equally dark eyes. He seemed to be standing upside-down beside her, right outside of her Jeep Renegade. A sharp Bowie knife was in his right hand.

"Who the heck are you?" She asked.

"You may call me Abasi." He answered suavely with the same sexy accent that Massri had. But unlike Massri, she had noticed, that he was around her age. "And what I am doing here, is trying to save your and your friend's life. So if you don't mind. I would appreciate it if you would stop yelling at me and let me do so." 

Why was he helping them? Obviously, he was a mercenary. He didn't even try to hide it. He was covered from head to toe with 45 caliber Glocks. Two were strapped to his thighs, two more were strapped to his chest, two more were strapped to his back, and one was strapped to the outer side of each of his arms, and each of his legs. Under it all, he wore black bulletproof armor, under a tan-ish shirt with matching tan-ish pants. And a belt around his waist, that held extra cartridges of bullets, all ready and loaded.

Obviously, he was after the key. Which explained why he was trying to gain her trust. But if that was all he wanted, then why not just take it from her when she was unconscious? Why not just kill her? Or simply just leave them both to die? Why shoot at her one moment, and then try to save her the next?

That didn't matter right now. Her SUV was down, and she needed to get away before the police came. He was their best way to get away from here. Like it or not, they needed him.

"Thanks for your help." She told him as he cut off her seat belt and helped her out of her upside-down SUV.

"It's not a problem, you were on my way. How are you feeling?"

"I will feel much better once I can get to a doctor." She told him.

"Don't worry, I'll patch you up." He took her by the arm and started leading her over to his awaiting Dodge Ram 2500.

"Thanks, But I would rather have a real doctor. Not that I don't trust your medical skills."

"You should, I can assure you, when it comes to playing doctor, I'm an expert." He told her with a smirk.

"I don't think you're covered by my HMO though." She told him back.

"Then going to the hospital is a great idea!" Abasi answered sarcastically. "And once you're there you can explain to the police how all this happened, and how exactly your friend got shot... This isn't America sweetheart. Here in Egypt, having a high-speed gun chase down the middle of the road is illegal."

"You got a better plan?"

"There's a pharmacy not far from here where we could get something to disinfect your and your friend's wounds. Unless, of course, you rather he go into septic shock."

"Fine." Dawn relented, as she leaned against his silver truck's hood, being that she was barely able to stand. "We can discuss how you are going to betray me, once we get there!" She held out her right hand to him. "But I'm driving. Give me the keys!"